Luna Avara

In my fifth year as his Luna, I remained a virgin.

Yet after my sister, married for three years without a child, was sent back to the tribe, Phillip Elliott suddenly suggested having a pup.

My wolf always sensed his coldness. After deep thought, I decided to have a serious talk with him, but I overheard him speaking with his Beta.

"Rosalyn injured herself saving me and can never bear pups. To secure her place as Luna in that tribe, we need an heir. I can't watch her suffer. Kaitlin's womb is better suited to carry the Alpha's bloodline. Once she bears a pup for Rosalyn, I'll compensate her for life and make her the true Luna, giving her my heir."

So, I was just a womb to him.

My chest felt ripped apart.

Fine, I'd let them have their way.

I returned to my foster parents, cutting all ties with Phillip.

But why did the man who never loved me beg like a madman for my return?

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Kaitlin's POV

In my fifth year as his Luna, I was still a virgin because Phillip Elliott never marked me.

During the Moon Festival, when the whole tribe celebrated, he seemed joyful. I approached him and whispered softly. "Phillip, tonight, can I be your true Luna?"

Seeing no response, I gathered my courage, hugged his arm, and leaned close, my breath warm. "Mark me. I'm yours tonight."

He pushed me away abruptly, his eyes icy. "You're saying this in front of the whole tribe? If you're so desperate, find another wolf to satisfy you."

My face paled instantly.

My wolf howled in pain, stung by his words.

With a werewolf's sharp senses, he didn't lower his voice. I felt the mocking gazes of other wolves on me.

I stood frozen, but he frowned and added, "Get up early tomorrow. We're going to a private clinic. It's time we had a pup so you stop overthinking."

I took a deep breath, pushing away the chaos in my mind, and spoke to my wolf. He wants a pup with me. Tomorrow's probably for a checkup. He's starting to accept us; he just needs time.

My wolf calmed slowly.

I looked at the empty plaza and gave a bitter smile.